Barlow: "Come for the atmosphere, stay for the inter-dimensional seepage."

Shit happens in Barlow, Wisconsin.

Between the economic downturn and the slow creep of good old-fashioned Midwestern alcoholism, things were bad enough before; now they’re damn near unbearable. Missing kids, missing pets, ghost hunters and UFO enthusiasts fucking about in the woods at all hours of the night … hell, there’s even a new religion setting up shop in the old Lutheran church outside of town.

Tourism ain’t looking promising, buddy.

But that’s okay. Barlow abides and we can hold our own. Might not hurt to keep a spare machete or two on hand, maybe even dust off that old revolver your grandfather left you, just in case things get too weird. And if worse comes to worse, it might not hurt to have a Sumerian dismissal spell under your belt, either.